by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
How to not exist Allow yourself to be elbowed aside become a non-person an avoider of lingering looks Ask how can I best be ignored? foster a gnawing sorrow howling complaints to imaginary friends In portraits your eyes should be nebulous stare at...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
I Want to Become a weasel, in a sleeky, twisty body, all eyes and teeth like a deadly zip. I would have become a badger in preference, but they have been having a bad time around here, through no fault of their own, shot for being badgers. So...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Secret Society I joined a secret society advertised in the back pages of a magazine. I forget which, but I found it nestled in 8pt font and fancy border between time share apartments in Lanzarote and the commemorative plates. Yours for just three...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
dance dance revolution long weekend ← or ← perhaps ↑ summer holiday → from the back of someone’s car boot ↑ the strange → sweated plastic all pink and blue and folded → arrows stacked and pointing towards themselves↓ like meeting for the first...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Ripe We’re drinking wine in your kitchen, months before the hot oil of my concern begins to spit. I’m telling a story with both hands while you chop garlic, drain another glass. Over dinner we make up theories for the new pint glass squatting in...
